If you really need it, UberEATS is a pricey but convenient service

UberEATS hot take

Are you willing to pay $18.30 for an UberEATS lunch? That is the question.

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous UberEATS prices,
Or to take arms against a sea of delivery services,
And by opposing end them?

...is likely what Shakespeare would write in answer to that question.

Since it's me, however, I'll just repeat it: Are you willing to pay $18+ for lunch? That's what I'm wrestling with now as I enjoy my beautiful bowl of Poke Tea House ahi tuna goodness.

This being the first day of Charleston's foray into UberEATS, I had to go ahead and order from the delivery service. And seeing as how the main sell of the service is the convenience of it arriving at your door, I chose Poke Tea House, a place I love that is also a pain in the ass to find parking. It felt like it was worth the splurge, and I do mean splurge.

Now, I don't know about you, but for me that's a mighty steep price for a desk lunch. Honestly, the only reason I bit the bullet was because of the UberEATS promo code — EATSCHS — which knocked off $5 from my order, essentially the $4.99 UberEATS delivery fee. (Note: that's the same amount as local service QuickFoxes charges, but they don't do busy time surge pricing). That brought my total to a $13.30, still high, but less offensive given the package arrived in the rain at my office within 20 minutes.

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My Poke Tea House bowl arrived in perfect condition

That's right, not only did my order arrive relatively quickly, the delivery driver was friendly and the food in perfect condition. I can't vouch for a hot order, but my poke bowl was on point.

For $13.30, that's worth it to me. For $18.30? Well, I've narrowed down three instances when I might be able to rationalize such an extravagant lunch:

1) I'm sick
Like can't get off the couch, ladle the soup directly into my mouth, sick.

2) I'm buried in edits
Like when we're five shows deep into Spoleto and I have a mountain of proofreading to do and if I don't eat I might not survive to see the festival finale.

3) I'm wildly hungover
Like that time I treated Stars' wine taps like my personal CamelBak and spent the morning of my 30th birthday intermittently dry-heaving and sobbing.

In all those scenarios, UberEATS, sign me up. On a typical Thursday, however? I'll take my chances finding parking on Spring Street.